Don't Start Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Don't start mother
I've got a figure and I'm going to show it
You've got your mouth on again
All pursed up like a sow's backside

Don't start mother
Stop with the running commentary
Nothing I do is right
My kids are lippy
My house is frowsy
Worse than a mouse on a wheel

I'm not your little girl anymore
Respect my boundaries
If you're going to go on
I'm out of here, right now

Did you know that Celia's mother
Has paid off her mortgage?
Now there's an example of love for you
Just saying…